Hepcat, a freelance photographer and software developer, says that he’s desperate for a room with a door. Smartmom was fit to be tied. Didn’t they just spend a load of money building a wall in the living room, creating a private workspace for Hepcat? Yes, but that’s not really an enclosed space; the wall doesn’t go to the ceiling and the entry way has no door, but it’s still quite private.
Well, in rare fit of good judgment, Kuntzman has killed the column in favor of "going younger." I'm not sure if he's found anyone yet, but I nominate one of the ladies over at Fucked in Park Slope, because they write things like this:
Man, we went to this place back when we lived in the city called The Paw Spot, and it was amazeballs. It was clean and beautiful, and everyone who worked there was crazytown about dogs.
Amazeballs. Crazytown. Heh. Also, the FIPS take on the demise of Smartmom is pretty funny.